“A yellow gorilla statue?” I said vaguely. I had to finish my assignment on how bricks are made before tomorrow, and I was running out of time. I kept frantically hacking at the keyboard as my time left to finish slowly ran out.

“It’s a pretty rare kind of animal.” Said my friend. “They’re only found in selective habitats around the world.”

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http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/2018/11/02/hwc-12/#respondFri, 02 Nov 2018 22:41:07 +0000http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/?p=227Sometimes, because I said so, I can disappear into my own world.

Because sometimes, the world isn’t a good place, and it’s better to escape to my own world, a world where everything can work.

If I close my eyes, sometimes I can imagine myself to wherever I like, however I like.

Inside my mind the world is a piece of paper, waiting for words to describe it or pictures to capture a scene on it forever.

When I say so to myself, the world can disappear from my mind and go wait.

The teachers have asked us to write a nice summary of our time here at school, but that would be a biased reflection of our time here. All of us have felt at one point as if school was like a giant box of moldy peanuts. Even if you chose what you got, you wouldn’t like it. We’ve all had that one day when we didn’t want to get up and go to school, but your parents forced you to come anyway. We’ve all had those times when we felt like school was a waste, but now all that time has been leading up to right now. Every choice we’ve made has led up to who we are now, and has created our unique personalities.

Despite how much we may or may not have liked our time at this school, I think that most of us will be sad to leave MPPS and all our memories from our time here.

Now that we’re leaving Moonee Ponds primary, we’ll be going other schools and probably leaving some friends. but our shared experiences here, good and bad, will always be a part of us, even when we’ve graduated from whatever high school we end up at. Although we’ve only spent about fourteen hundred days at school, it probably feels like much, much longer.

Looking back on our time here, we’ll all have at least one fond memory of our time here. We can only imagine how much different our childhood would have been if we had gone to some other school, and met other friends and had other teachers. But what happened in the past has happened and all we can do is be grateful for the choices we, and everyone else, have made in the past seven years.

I’d like to end my valedictorian speech with a quote from Dr Seuss. Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

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http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/2018/10/12/hwc-11/#respondFri, 12 Oct 2018 23:20:03 +0000http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/?p=221Everything was dark outside. It reminded me of a time when all the power ran out and I couldn’t see anything. Except back then I had a torch, a way to see through the darkness. But this time I didn’t.

Something snapped in the darkness. I spun around, searching for the source of the noise, but there was nothing there. My nerves were tingling, and it seemed as though everything in the dark was watching me.

I couldn’t move forward. The icy cold fear gripped me as more twigs snapped in the distance.

Something was coming closer. From the shadows.

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http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/2018/10/12/218/#respondFri, 12 Oct 2018 23:10:21 +0000http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/?p=2183: In 12000ish years the north star will change.

3: The Babylonians made calendars.

3: The Mayan long count calendar used a base of 20.

2: Why did they Greeks/Romans think the earth was in the centre of the universe?

2: How were things happening in space affecting the lives of the Maya?

1: This video reflected on three cultures whose knowledge affected the modern knowledge of space.

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http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/2018/09/09/hwc-9/#respondSun, 09 Sep 2018 04:14:24 +0000http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/?p=213It was beautiful. But what colour should it be? Green, like the trees, grass, the plants? Or perhaps red, of the sky in dawn, the scarlet of freshly spilt blood. Or the blue of the sky and the depths of the ocean. Perhaps orange, bright and cheerful, the sun at the start and the end. Or maybe yellow, of flowers and the midday sun. Purple, maybe, dark yet calming to us in many situations. Or black, white, brown, or many many more, that we cannot even record.

We all see differently. What is it we can trust?

Can we trust?

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http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/2018/08/28/hwc-8/#respondTue, 28 Aug 2018 06:10:10 +0000http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/?p=211Under the STAIRS to heaven, there is a RIVER with PINK salmon swimming around it. They taste very delicious when COOKED with spiced onions. However, I always get NERVOUS when dad offers to cook them, because they often end up burnt and not at all desirable to even the best salmon lovers.

However, this river is also a big tourist attraction. People from all over the world come to visit it, and touring companies make billions each month. Chefs also come to compete and see who can cook the best salmon. It’s a very nice place to visit, any time.

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http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/2018/08/14/hwc-7/#respondTue, 14 Aug 2018 06:30:20 +0000http://emmac2016.global2.vic.edu.au/?p=209“Why would I do that?” Said my little sister. Her infuriating grin widened as she looked at the broken vase that lay on the floor. “I’m just a sweet little girl. I would never do anything like this!”

“Oh really?” I responded. She looked at the broken pieces. “Yep. This could only be done by you.”

I grabbed a broom, and quickly started to gather the broken pieces of the vase into a neat pile, which I swept under the fridge. I stared at my sister, wondering if she would wreck anything else.